On the ruined hill, four figures looked in the direction where the woman had disappeared and were speechless for a long time.

"Gone. It was the young man who spoke, and he smiled slightly with envy and a little jealousy, "What a lucky boy." ”

After that, the wind rose, and the figure of the young man disappeared. Seeing this, the tavern owner hugged his fists at the two and followed the footsteps of the young man.

The old man reached out and touched the little boy's head, and said to him, "The next time I see the shrine maiden, I will let her take you as an apprentice if she is dead-faced, of course whether she agrees or not is another matter." ”

"Why?" muttered the boy who was Lei Lin. As one of the top divine beasts, there is only a master that it looks down on, how can it beg others to take him as an apprentice?

"Why?" said the old man, "you don't ask for all right, go back and tell your father, ah! I have seen the shrine maiden, and then I did not ask her to take me as an apprentice, and see that your father does not break your dog's legs." ”

"And what if I say she confiscates?" the little boy asked stubbornly.

"Then your father will say nine times out of ten, it's a pity. The old man glanced at the little boy, who preferred him a little more than his unfamiliar neighbors, though he was not very reliable.

"Why?" the little boy wondered.

"Why are you 100,000?" the old man blew his beard and glared, "that stinky rat just now knows, what do you think of its blood?"

"Do you mean sickles? Usually adult scythes are also Huadan, I don't have much ability, but that guy just now is very strong!" the little boy pursed his mouth.

"Yes, the average sickle is just a demon beast, but the one called the hook sickle stepped on the shit at the beginning, and let the four generations of witches point it out, and then sang all the way, and now it can be said that he is the first person in the weasel clan. "The old man rarely explained patiently.

"Eh, why doesn't that guy go back to their clan and make a patriarch?" Thinking of his father's majestic appearance in the clan, the little boy couldn't help but think that that guy was really stupid not to be the patriarch.

"The Weasel clan used to ask him to go back hundreds of years ago, but that guy didn't seem to be taken seriously because of his talent before, and then he committed something in the clan and was kicked out of the clan. Therefore, he has been holding his breath in his heart, so much so that the juniors who came to look for him were kicked out without even seeing him. When the old man said this, his tone changed again, with a hint of anger.

"This rabbit cub is shameless, and the witch-sama just pointed it out, and declared that it was the witch-sama's disciple, and the witch-sama never knew that she had such a disciple!"

"Old man, it's none of your business, what are you angry about?" the little boy amused when he saw him so angry.

"I'm a grass in my body, and I'm gifted........... Gifted with an egg. The old man scolded, "Anyway, I was fortunate enough to get a little chance from the second-generation witch to open my spiritual aperture and embark on this path of cultivation." Of course, I was confused about what the chance, and I can't remember very well. Don't tell anyone that!"

"Is that so?" the little boy sat on the ground with his chin propped up, listening to the story.

"Well, I feel that my chances are no less than that stinky mouse, but I have never dared to claim to be a disciple of the witch, and I don't even dare to publicize it, like that shameless mouse......." Speaking of this, the old man was furious for no reason.

"To put it bluntly, you're jealous that the sickle is thicker than you. The little boy thought for a moment and looked at the old man and said seriously.

"Are you jealous that he is thicker than me?" the old man was silent for a while, "maybe, hahahaha............."

He stood up and couldn't help laughing, glancing at the little boy, "Let's go, remember my words." ”

"Got it!" the little boy complained about the old man's nagging.

With that, the old man's whole body turned into a green glimmer in the sky, and disappeared with the wind.

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Seeing the end of the thrilling battle on the mountain and the power of thunder no longer causing chaos, Lu Feng'er, who had been nervous for several days but had not rested well, finally let go of his hanging heart.

He couldn't hold it anymore, the soles of his feet went limp, and he fell into the grass, barely moving.

Lying on the grass, he watched the starry sky flicker with a faint light, his eyelids could not resist, and finally fell into a deep sleep.

When Lu Feng'er fell asleep and let out a slight snoring sound, green points of light converged into a human shape around him.

The old man has a long beard and flutters, looking like a fairy wind and bones. He looked down at Lu Feng'er lying on the ground, with a bit of envy in his tone, and said in a low voice, "It's really a lucky kid!"

After that, he was in the center of Lu Feng'er's eyebrows, and a golden light did not enter Lu Feng'er's eyebrows. After doing this, the old man looked up at the starry sky, thinking about something, and muttered, "The old man is not very good at fighting, and this little favor can still help." ”

After a long pause, he turned and walked away. Overnight, on the old man's territory, the grass grew wildly, and it was more than half a person tall - the old man's cultivation went further.

When Lu Feng'er opened her eyes, it was already early in the morning. The grassland was quiet, he stretched his waist, feeling that the previous fatigue seemed to disappear, he was refreshed, and there was inexhaustible strength all over his body.

He was a carp, he didn't know if he didn't stand up, and when he stood up, he was startled, and the grass on the grassland actually grew to his waist overnight.

He couldn't think of a reason for thinking about it for a long time, so he followed the way he came. In the dark, he always felt a pair of eyes watching him.

'It must be the owner of this place, right?' he guessed in his heart, 'No, why do I feel this?' Lu Feng'er was suddenly stunned.

On the big rock, the squinting old man suddenly smiled, and the morning light gradually rose.

Walking through the prairie and coming to the edge of the purple bamboo forest, Lu Feng'er hugged her fists at the master of this place and said respectfully, "Sorry to disturb the seniors' Qing cultivation, if it is possible, let the juniors .........."

Before the words fell, a leaf was only one-tenth of its normal size, and the purple gold bamboo leaf with a slight golden light fell on Lu Feng'er's palm. Although Lu Feng'er didn't know what this was, she knew that this thing was definitely worth a lot.

After putting it away, he hugged his fists again and said, "Thank you, senior!" Then, he stepped into the purple bamboo forest.

In the center of the purple bamboo forest, the young man is holding a small hammer in his hand, knocking here and there, as if he wants to turn his home into a castle, after all, the old man is fireproof, anti-theft, and anti-theft. After hearing Lu Feng'er's words, he ignored him with a wave of his hand.

Walking through the center of the purple bamboo forest, Lu Feng'er vaguely felt the sound of something beating, but when she looked up, it was still purple bamboo except for purple bamboo. Afraid of offending the owner of this place, he hurriedly withdrew his gaze and buried his head forward.

In the center of the purple bamboo forest, within the formation. The young man who was banging on the stake stopped what he was doing at a certain moment, was stunned, and couldn't help muttering, "Old man, you are also willing!"

With that, he shook his head to himself, then raised the hammer in his hand and continued to work.

Out of the purple bamboo forest, it didn't take many miles to reach the rich forest, and Lu Feng'er was running through the forest. Even if he didn't look at it, he could sense the movement within a range of about ten miles on the side. At this point, I also realized that I might have awakened such a thing as divine consciousness.

'Isn't this something only for Qi cultivation stage cultivators?' He wondered in his heart, and since he woke up, he began to feel that his sense of the world was much clearer. No matter how stupid he is, he can guess what chance he got when he fell asleep, and nine times out of ten it was given to him by the master of the grassland, and his heart was inexplicably warm.

He was nimble through the forest, much faster than he had ever been. When he came to a certain place, although he didn't see it, he clearly felt that the tiger devouring python before was lying about ten miles east of him.

At this moment, the tiger devouring python suddenly sensed something, raised its head suddenly, and its golden vertical pupils scanned back and forth with a suspicious look. But after sweeping around, he didn't find anything unusual, and he lowered his head again, and continued to sleep, digesting the food in his stomach.

"This should be its territory. Lu Feng'er muttered to herself.

Even if he was lucky, there were a few Turning Dan Demon Beasts in this dense forest, but he didn't meet him. However, as long as the Huadan Demon Beasts didn't disturb their cultivation, the number of times they came out to hunt for food was actually not much.

Out of the forest, the stream flowed quietly on the side.

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